Rest

Today is sabbath and I am late for church. I keep glancing at my wrist to check for the time on the watch I intentionally didn't wear today, but it's no use. I am late. It's not as if having a watch would get me to church any faster. I go as the ferry goes.

And the whole idea is such a contradiction: rushing off to sabbath. There's something a little twisted about that.

Michelle and I have been busy here in HK the last couple weeks. Mostly with school, sometimes with people. But mostly we are busy because we feel a pressure to be busy. For me, life had been a whirlwind of assignments, announcements, and papers to push. I feel much like a robot who had forgotten how to feel. Perhaps thats why it was so nice to relax this morning and ride my bike and actually talk to another human being.

There is much to Hong Kong that we have come to not like. I mean, there's still a fascination about the place, but there's much to not like and much to miss about home. For example, the lady who is screaming into her phone beside me- that is not cool. Or the people that sprint from one side of the MTR platform to the other- that is not cool either. But as much as I have come to dislike this place, it has come to slowly change me too.

I find myself walking faster now, even on a Sunday morning, and I frown when I get stuck behind old people. It's so strange but I'm sprinting for buses and running from place to place even though I'm in no hurry. But apparenty I am because my heart can't stand still.

Today is a good reminder to rest and just chill. It's ok to be late for church because church hurried would not have nourished my soul, it would have stolen sabbath's essence. To rest is to trust. It is to be reminded that the world won't break down if I take a break ab life will continue if I take a rest. It is to remember that God holds everything in his grasp and it's right to let go and allow Him to call the shots.


Now to somethin kinda related but not really related, yesterday Michelle and I went to Stanley for the afternoon and we had so much fun hanging out there. It totally reminded us of Steveston with all the tourists and ocean side restaurants. Here are a couple pictures. We miss you all!

Stanley Market



Yay for home!



At Stanley

  

blowing those bubbles


















With Uncle Marcus